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Vision-Womb-Children

He looks awfully like a loving father when he picks up the tumbled little girl with much tenderness. Diarmuid seems to possess some kind of magic for the little girl, scoped up in his arms, soon ceases her crying.

That image sends a pleasant warmth to her chest and at the same time, a sharp sting of pain. No matter how much she wishes for the two of them to have a family like many human couples, her womb could never give birth to any children.